Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man]
Oh no, flow lyrica forty fo'
If it deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
I'm a beast when you on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol it go
I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come with it, awww it
Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all get it
Now who 'gon me block me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse most high Selassie
willin, another sound boy killin
I'm hot I don't catch cold or catch feelings
The be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take of his fam
what y'all better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide the people we be jammin again
[Verse 2:
Make way for Reggie
Got more than grand canyon
I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome
I, at your feet make you start dancin
I'm on your picnics where ya campin
Doctor got the from Ziggy
When the zig zag I'll rip your zip code
Got bitches fucked up off the
I tip toe, then wait till they over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) out, guns in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin
Aiyyo dread right or
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground
Eat dinner, in front of Bob pin up
Redman]
I don't care your bling bling bling
Over we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up
I don't care about bling bling bling
here we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
[Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong"
I neva wonda why so much ganja ya
And dem a wonda how so much feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bob and Peter
Teach it like a teacher it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't mi up plus no under achieve
Gimme di rizla gimme di blunt and a
Gimme di gimme di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di veteran a when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di metah , you believe yah
Babylon a skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
Well ever since a ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a
when we hear some politician trippin
When a di big ting promote I'm right wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga finga
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi and mi cabin stabbin
It is dappin slappin jappin it is non
Hey! No pork caan cook mi kitchen
If a gal try dat a dead pigeon
Well woman a tear off mi pants
Natty inna di benz and have recline switchin
If a nuh like dat him may end up missin
dun tell yuh but yuh don't listen
[Outro:
Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your radio